Heartbreaker

It was late back in town.The velvety night was dotted with diamond-like stars, and the night wind was cool and chilled my body.I carried the bone knife on my shoulder, like a poor butcher, and walked slowly down the Leaping Frog River in Huapai Town.

The children on the street ran away when they saw me.I bought a few lumps of rose sugar from the peddler, swallowed one to take the bitterness out of my mouth, and planned to take the rest home to Ro, though I didn't expect his pig-iron tongue to taste anything.

The salesman gave me the candy bag.I saw a mahogany carved lyre in the basket, "Do you sell this lyre?"

"Oh, of course, the lyre! It was a fine treasure, and it has been with me for a while, but I can't find a good one. The bards call it 'Erato's' Fingertips', and others called 'Oath of Laurel', countless great poems and music are played by this qin." The man glanced at the knife at my waist and sighed, "I didn't expect you Still a music lover.”

"No." I said, "I'm just curious." I picked up the heavy lyre.Bad product.Not as much as he said.The wooden edges are a little damaged, the base is clumsy and clumsy, but the strings are very tight. I held it in my hand and fiddled with it a little, and a string of notes like a clear spring flowed out.The tone is not bad.

I paid the money, bought the candy and the lyre, and walked on to the Grass and Flowers Inn.Chichikov should have gone back to the hotel very early to rest. He will torture that bastard wizard tomorrow. I don't want to see him listless.When I walked to the end of the Leapfrog River, I saw a group of thin figures curled up by the bridge.It's Barbara.This woman didn't stay in the hotel at night, instead she squatted by the river outside the hotel and complained to herself, probably her head was caught by the door during the day.

I heard her intermittent sobbing, and I was bored inside.At this moment, the crippled Leger came out slowly. I saw his frivolous steps and bewildered face, and I guessed that he might be half asleep and half awake to urinate.

Then he tripped over Barbara by the river.The crippled Leger stared round his eyes. Seeing Barbara's face bursting into tears, he kicked her angrily and cursed, "Damn it, you pissed a fart in the middle of the night! Get out of here , don't get in the way here!"

Barbara was kicked to the ground by Laige, sobbed and cursed a few words, got up, and stumbled away.She ignored Lame Reig's mood, and I ignored both of them.Since living in this world, who doesn't have a few sad things?No wonder Reiger.We have agreed long ago that no matter what happens, we are not allowed to cry in front of each other. Weakness is sometimes more contagious than the plague.

I went back to the Grass and Flowers Hotel and saw that the light in our room was still on, and Luo's figure was reflected in the tulle curtains.He was waiting for me, and seemed to be reading a book by the light.So cute.I didn't go back to the house, but walked up to the roof, sat cross-legged, resting my chin, looking at the spotless dark blue night in the distance, spreading vastly above my head like a sparkling ocean.

Tonight, a bright moon hangs high, and the stars are sparse but bright, blinking quietly in the sky, facing my eyes.Apart from Luo, Silver Moon and Fanxing are probably the only things left in the world that respond to me at any time.They accompanied me through countless sleepless nights when I was younger, holding the hand I stretched out to them with pure and soft light.In my memory, apart from light and love, what I sing the most is the quiet night and the stars.Although I don’t remember any of the poems that I have racked my brains to write, the yearning feeling seems to be still there, still dormant somewhere in my heart, like a mother who has been physically and mentally exhausted by her own flesh and blood, still With open arms, we wait for the return of every rebellious child.

I picked up the qin, tuned it, and casually stroked the row of cold strings.They reflect the clear gleam under the moonlight, like planetesimals jumping on the fingertips.Thousands of dead souls in the bone knife are still buzzing at my feet, I stare at the moon, without even thinking, the clear music flows directly from under my fingers, like an old friend who has been lost for many years , has been integrated into my soul as fresh and deep.

"If life is but a dream, then death is a long sleep?

But the scene of happiness passed away like a phantom?

The momentary joy disappears like a cloud of smoke...

I looked at every inch of the land that belonged to the Kingslayer, at the wronged souls who haunted me in every dark night, and almost forgot that I used to be a boy who seemed to own the whole world as long as he owned a lute.

"How strange that a man should be a wanderer in the world,

To live a miserable life, but can't abandon the ups and downs along the way,

I dare not think boldly,

The future death is just waking up from a dream..." (Note: Yeats "On Death")

I stroked the strings and sang poems and music in a low voice.My hood was blown down by the night wind, and my flaming red hair was flying in the air. They kissed my cheeks, eyes and lips, and wandered in my heart.I hear the whispers of tender buds, the whispers of roses, the whistling of nebulae, and the beating of lovers' hearts.They chanted between my fingers like weeping, and under my callused and blood-stained hands, tears of strange joy overflowed like newborns.This is all I have ever cherished, the only place where I can forget my soul in this vast, vast and lonely world, hidden in this old harp.

Memories I've forgotten drive me to close my eyes.I sang:

"You said you liked the rain,

But you hold an umbrella when it rains;

You say you like the sun,

But when you are sunny,

but hid in a cool place;

You say you like wind,

But when you're windy,

But closed the window.

That's why..." (Note: Shakespeare's "In Doubt")

A soft voice sang behind me, "I'd be afraid of you saying, you like me too."

My fingers froze on the trembling strings, and my mind went blank for a moment.I turned around and looked at the person behind me.Yangtao stood not far away, wearing a black cloak with peacock feathers embroidered on it like magical eyes.She was wearing a dark blue silk dress with a pearl net belt around her waist, like crystal tears falling down.She looked at the night sky and seemed to wake up from the intoxicated confusion for a long time. When she saw me sitting in front of her, her cheeks flushed and she said, "Oh, I'm so sorry, sir. I...I didn't intend to disturb your playing."

I smiled lightly, "It's okay, Your Highness. It's so late, why don't you go back to your room to rest?"

"I don't want to go back, that room is too filthy." She stepped forward, regardless of me being a slovenly homeless man, and sat down next to me without airs. "It's stuffy and filthy, and Head had the attendants put a bunch of roses in it, and it smells pungent."

I laughed.Seeing the lyre in my arms, she said, "Your lyre is really superb, sir, can you play another piece for me?"

I didn't want to play it, but I said, "Okay, dear princess, what do you want to hear?"

"Just the one just now." She whispered, with tears in her eyes, "'I will be afraid of you saying, you like me too'. Can I make a willful request...I hope to be able to play in this After finishing singing this poem at night, may I ask you to accompany me?"

So I plucked the strings, looked up at the starry sky, and listened to her singing.Her singing voice was not pleasant, and was mixed with some vague and hoarse humming.I followed her pronunciation by adjusting the syllables, almost reinventing the original melody.

The song is over.I heard her sobbing.She bowed her head, sobbing as her shoulders trembled.I said in a deep voice, "Don't be like this, princess, it will cause misunderstanding if others see it."

"I'm sorry...you play so well, I can't help but think back to the past." Princess Yangtao wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a silk handkerchief, and smiled at me, "I haven't heard such a beautiful song for many years. The sound of the piano. If I could have met you sooner, maybe I would be happier."

I don't want to know if you're happy or not.I thought to myself, and said, "Do you have any sorrows, princess? I thought it was the privilege of the homeless and the unaccompanied."

"It's nothing..." Yangtao lowered her head, and I saw her cheeks flushed under the moonlight, "I just... remembered someone..."

"Princess."

Like a frightened bird, she said timidly to me, "Please, don't tell anyone else, okay?"

"I won't. Can you tell me something about him now?"

"Ah... it's actually a little thing." She lowered her eyelashes, looking a little coy, "Although he is dead, in my heart, he is still as handsome and gentle as before. I used to think he was arrogant and selfish, until It was only later that I discovered that he had a more romantic and slender heart than anyone else, I shouldn't have prejudiced against him, and wasted so much time with him..."

I feel like something is breaking inside of me.I sighed nonchalantly, "Oh, how sad."

"I shouldn't say too much about him, especially..."

"A stranger to me, on the eve of the wedding," I said, "You are right, Princess."

We fell silent with each other.I stared into the distance, and Yang Tao whispered beside me, "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. May I ask your name?"

I pursed my lips and slid out a joking note with my fingers, "Ro."

"Oh, Mr. Luo." She looked at me expectantly, "I have an unfeeling request. I will get married soon, and I would like to ask you to be the conductor of my wedding, and I will pay you accordingly..."

"Please allow me to refuse, princess." I stood up and said with my back to her, "I'm just a tramp, I don't want to attend any important occasions, and I don't want to get involved with the royal family. Your wedding music should be changed It is only solemn when it is written by an excellent musician.”

She was still hesitating, "But..."

"Good night, Your Royal Highness." I didn't look back, "Have a good dream."

****

Out of some kind of mood, I didn't want to take the stairs that Yangtao walked, so I climbed down the roof.I hooked the cracks in the wall and climbed down, and was groping for the raised window lattice, but was surprised to find Luo lying by the window, staring straight at me with both eyes.

"Fuck, Satan," I yelled, "What are you doing?!"

"Lymon." Luo stretched out his arms to me happily, "You're back."

His smile made the rest of my swearing stuck in my throat.In the room, Popolo had already fallen asleep, clinging to the wall like a gecko, snoring loudly.Luo made the bed for me, and I undressed, "Where did you hear that, Luo?"

"..." Luo was stunned for a moment, and said in a secretive way, "No, no..."

"answer me."

"..." Luo didn't dare to look directly at me, his expression looked pitiful.He whispered, "'If life is but a dream, then death is a long sleep?'"

It turned out to be from the very beginning.I casually took off my boots, not intending to continue, but Luo suddenly said, "If life is just a dream, death is not a long sleep."

I said, "What's that?"

"It's waiting." Luo turned his head and looked at me, his handsome side face was dimly and gently reflected by the candlelight, "waiting for another rebirth, waiting for the soul to touch a new world, waiting to meet..."

I sneered, "Even if it was an illusory dream?"

He looked at me, "Even if it's a dream."

I shrugged noncommittally.Luo went to the table and closed the book he had been reading by candlelight.I rubbed my hair, recalling the words he just said that seemed to contain profound connotations, and asked mysteriously, "What book are you reading, Luo?"

"You ask this?" He held up the red book bound with gold thread in his hand, and said, "It's called Tristan's Blood Rose."

Sounds like some kitsch and unrealistic love story.I asked Luo to bring the book to me, flipped through it boredly, scanned a few pages of illustrations and paragraphs, and soon discovered the abnormality.

I said, "Ro."

"Ah."

"Do you know what this book is about?"

"I'm about to finish reading it." He lowered his head, as if a little shy, "It's about...a dead soul and his beloved prince. I saw it at a second-hand book stand and thought it was very interesting, so I bought it back..."

Heh, you are wearing a black belt, like a blind man, selling you books?Those people are probably book dealers who sell some pulp fiction and are good at opportunistic.I yawned and fell on the bed, unable to fall asleep despite my bewilderment, and said, "Tell me this story." This boring and vulgar story will definitely make me fall asleep as soon as possible.

Luo blew out the candle and sat on the edge of my bed.His voice is soft and soothing, like a nurse who once lulled me to sleep.

"Once upon a time there was a prince who lived happily with his beloved princess in a beautiful country..."

****

Once upon a time there was a prince who lived happily with his beloved princess in a beautiful country.One day, the princess became seriously ill and died soon after.The prince was distraught and tried hard to find a way to revive the princess.

He meets a mage.The mage said that if the relationship between the prince and the princess is deep enough, then the princess' soul may not go to hell, but wander in the world.

There was a glimmer of hope in the prince's heart, and he asked the mage how he could recall the princess' soul.The mage said that the prince is an ordinary person and cannot see the dead princess's soul. Only the dead soul living in the tower of Tristan can see the dead princess.The undead have a way to call back the soul of the princess, so that the princess can be resurrected.

Hearing this, the prince hurried to Tristan.When he arrived at this deserted place, he saw the tall tower standing on the wasteland.He walked to the bottom of the tower, and was surprised to find that there was a rose garden at the bottom of the tower, which was full of pure and beautiful white roses.

The prince went through untold hardships, climbed to the top of the tower, and saw the undead.Before the undead met the prince, they had stood alone in the tower for tens of thousands of years, so that the vegetation withered and the galaxy disappeared.He said to the prince, 'You are the first human being to reach me.Don't leave me, stay with me, I will make any wish of yours come true. '

The request of the undead put the prince in a dilemma. If he wanted to save his beloved princess, he had to stay with the undead for the rest of his life.He had a plan in mind, intending to deceive the trust of the undead first, and after saving the princess, he thought about escaping from the tower.He stayed in the tower and became the companion of the undead, and the undead fulfilled his promise, so that the princess's undead returned to the body, the princess was resurrected, and the prince would stay in the tower forever-it should have been like this .

The prince has been escaping from the undead since the princess was resurrected. For him, everything about the undead is unbearable, whether it is the cold body temperature or the endless sex, it all makes him collapse.But the prince is very good at acting, he pretends to love the dead more than anyone else in the world.The undead were fascinated by him.After a lingering time, the prince asked the undead, "Is the undead really immortal?" '

Said the undead, 'Not so, my love.Undead has his weakness, the weakness is emotion, and heart.The heart of an ordinary undead does not beat like a normal person, but the heart of an undead who has feelings will beat.When the undead falls in love with someone, it is his final day. '

The prince listened, and gently kissed the cold lips of the undead, 'Then do you love me? '

The undead said, 'Love.I love you. '

Then, the prince drew out the dagger hidden under the pillow, and stabbed the dead man's heart fiercely and decisively.Sure enough, as the undead said, his heart bleeds the same blood as a normal person.The prince was so excited that he quickly put on his clothes and escaped from the tower overnight...

****

I said, "Is the undead killed so easily?"

Luo shook his head, "No, the timing of the prince's assassination was not very good. Although the undead's heart has taken shape and is immature, it still has a strong self-healing power. Similarly, when the undead resurrected the princess, he did one thing ..."

****

The prince traveled long distances day and night, and finally saw the princess again.At this time, he was dusty and dressed in rags, and he didn't have the appearance of the noble prince in the past at all.He begged the guard of the kingdom to give him a glimpse of the princess, who would tell the whole truth.

As a result, the princess really summoned him, and the first thing she said when she met the prince was, 'Where are you a beggar from? '

When the undead revived the princess, he cast a 'forgetting curse'. The princess forgot the prince she once loved deeply and regarded him as a strange lunatic.Being completely forgotten by his lover, the prince was extremely sad. He believed that it was the undead who did the trick, but he dared not go back to the tower.By a coincidence of fate, he met the mage again and told his troubles.The mage said, 'This is easy to handle, the spells of the undead are often full of darkness, evil and decadence.I heard that the princess likes red roses the most. If you go and find the most beautiful and purest rose and present it to her, then the other party's spell will be expelled. '

The prince listened, and once again waded through mountains and rivers, looking for red roses.He traveled to every corner of the mainland with his feet, and picked countless bright red roses, but none of them could restore the princess' love.Finally, the prince was desperate. He stood on the edge of the cliff and planned to jump into the sea to commit suicide. At this time, the undead appeared behind him.

'follow me.Stay with me and I will make your wish come true. '

The prince returned to the tower with the undead.To the prince's surprise, the undead didn't say a word about the fact that he had pierced his heart with a dagger, and he no longer forced himself to be his lover, but really, as the other party said, 'stay with him'.They walked together in the white rose garden under the tower, and read together behind the flickering fireplace, like a pair of close but inseparable friends.

One day, the prince asked, 'Why are you helping me like this? '

The undead thought for a while and said, 'I don't know either. '

The prince asked, 'When will you fulfill your promise? '

The undead stared at the prince's cold face and said, "Wait a little longer, it will probably be soon." '

More than a year has passed in the blink of an eye.One night, the prince walked into the room of the undead and told him his love.They entangled each other eagerly, and at the moment when the undead let go, the prince once again took out the dagger and stabbed it into the undead's heart.

But what was different from last time was that with his other hand, he held a white rose covered with thorns and aimed it at the broken chest of the undead until the white petals were stained red with blood.

'Do you really think I know nothing? The prince looked at the pale face of the undead and said, "You have been lying to me. You already knew that the rose stained with your blood could break your spell, but you kept me in the dark." '

The prince said, looking sadly and pitifully at the face of the undead who was gradually losing its vitality, he put his lips close to the other's forehead, and pressed a kiss, 'But I have to admit it.In so many days of living with you, there was indeed a moment when I fell in love with you.I've been wondering if your heart is fully grown, and now it looks like it's done.Since you love me so much, fulfill my love.Dear undead...'

****

"It's all fart."

I'm staring at the dark ceiling, trying to fall asleep to this story, but my mind is fucking clear right now.

Luo was taken aback, "Uh..."

"I mean, the prince, the undead, including the princess..." I said coldly, "are all a bunch of idiots. Princes shouldn't make promises of losing their freedom for love, and undead shouldn't humbly beg for that kind of bastard's love , the princess is a fool who can forget even the one she loves deeply."

Luo said silently, "I think they each have their own difficulties..."

"Listen, Luo." I turned over indifferently, "The prince's life is rough because he is addicted to the past, the undead died because he couldn't tell the truth from the fake, and the princess forgot her lover because she didn't love the prince at all. It’s the truth of the story, do you think that’s the reason? No, it’s a fantasy, relying on the coincidence of fate to cover up the cold reality, this is the hateful thing about these romance novels.”

Luo seemed a little embarrassed by what I said, and whispered, "Actually, I haven't seen the ending yet..."

"It doesn't matter what the ending is, this stupid story will kill your brain." I said tiredly, "Go to sleep."

The surroundings fell into silence, only Popolo's snoring was still rising and falling evenly.With my back turned to Luo, I couldn't sleep at all, and my mind was full of that unpleasant story.I turned around a few times irritably, and after a burst of angry panting, I heard Luo's soft voice.

"Lemon, I don't want to see you sad, I want to fulfill your love..." He shrank his body in the corner and muttered to himself, "Can I fulfill your love like that undead?"

****

I can't sleep anymore.I opened my bloodshot eyes, got out of bed, picked up Luo who was sitting in the corner, and threw him on the bed.Luo flinched in panic, I pressed on him, blocked his mouth with angry lips, and roughly tore open his skirt.

"I'm not sad! I don't have love!" I yelled at him fiercely. "I don't need you! I don't have love! Damn it, Lo!"

Popolo on the other bed convulsed in his sleep, smacked his lips, turned over and continued to sleep soundly.I won't stop even if he wakes up.I licked Luo's cold jaw and neck, and bit his Adam's Apple, which was rolling back and forth due to anxiety and tension.His tongue tasted like morning frost on flower petals.

The lyre on the table seemed to be plated with silver under the moonlight, and Luo's body was cooler than the moonlight.I desperately sniffed the intoxicating fragrance in his soul, and felt the hot blood in my body rushing in waves, hitting the shuddering chill on my skin.At that moment, I thought of Airon, Gesen, my parents, and even Elliot the Kingslayer.They floated in my mind like ghosts and devils, stretched out their ferocious palms, grabbed my throat, and tried to push me off the cliff and into the hot lava.

On the lava that Yangtao was standing on, her whole body shone with white light, and her pure white skirt fluttered like a dream, as beautiful as an angel who had strayed into hell.I reached out to her in despair, she smiled at me and said to me, "Ai Rong, I love you..."

I screamed, the phalanx that was climbing on the top of the cliff broke, my heart fell into pieces in my chest, and I fell into the endless abyss——

A cold hand grabbed me.

At that moment, I regained my sanity, and the madness in my eyes turned into a mist that was about to disappear under the sun.Luo hugged me and pulled my thoughts back from the fiery hell.Our bodies are like two dead souls fused with each other.It was funny, he hugged me so tightly, trying to warm me even though his body was as cold as ice.

The author has something to say: [Easter egg]

Tristan's Blood Rose ending:

(Narrator: Luo)

The prince who got the red rose soaked in the blood of the undead rushed back to the princess.But for some reason, he only felt exhausted physically and mentally this time, even seeing the princess's beautiful face, he couldn't lift his spirits.Unexpectedly, Xue Meigui did not wake up the memory of the princess.On the night when the princess married other princes, the prince committed suicide because of emptiness. His blood soaked the white cashmere blanket and flowed into the shape of a rose.

His body was finally found by the princess.When the princess saw the dried rose pattern on the carpet, she suddenly remembered the days when she fell in love with the prince, and cried bitterly while hugging the prince's body.But it was too late, the princess buried the prince and lived with her current husband.

After the prince died, he became a wandering lonely soul, wandering in the mainland day and night.One day, he was taking a nap in the shadows, when he heard someone behind him say, 'I found you. '

He turned, and the former undead stared at him from behind him.But unlike the humanoid form of the "undead", this time the other party has also become the same soul body as him.The undead said, 'I love you. '

The prince was silent for a while, and said, "Why did you become like this?" '

The undead said, 'You gave me love and life, and then took it away, so I also became a revenant, not a revenant. '

The prince said, 'Then what is your curse?Why is the rose soaked in your blood useless, but she remembered everything when she saw my dead body? '

The undead sighed, 'It's not that I want you to die on purpose.The curse of Princess Thorn is indeed to forget you, and the way to lift the curse is to show her the most beautiful and pure red rose in the world. '

The prince said displeased, "Aren't the roses watered by the blood of love the most beautiful and pure in the world?"It seems that your love for me is nothing more than that. '

'no. The undead stared at the prince and said, "In my heart, the most beautiful and pure rose in the world will always be you, Your Royal Highness." '

From then on, the prince and the undead lived happily together as two undead.

END

[Lemon: I have to reveal that the last creator of this story used three or four pages of pen and ink to describe how the prince and the undead had a sticky, salty soul sex play, which fully exposed that this is a vulgar book. The essence of romance novels.It's just unreasonable.

Luo: ...

Lemon: Don't look at me so expectantly, Ro. 】

(ps. This story is a nonsense, so enjoy it~)